dark brown, shrivelled, yetstippled with a trickling raptureI finally fall from the fading treereliving all the tears I ever weptas the echoes of my gilded fortress becomemere droplets, shaken from time's wingsevaporating into the wondrous blissof having landed into the vision wherethe mundane becomes the sacred

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